Request: oh hey, if you want - could you write something where the reader was involved in season 4 shenanigans and gets to see scott reed at the graduation again? like they’ve been dating the whole but couldn’t see each other bc he was at college? thanks!!!!!!
Pairing: Scott Reed x Reader Word Count: 651 Please don’t plagiarize my work!
Your eyes searched for him through the crowd.
Prompt: Could you please do a Justin Foley imagine where his sister got kicked out after he left so she’s been staying with Bryce because she doesn’t know about the tapes and he’s always been there for her and Justin and in the school fight scene, Bryce makes a comment about her which causes Justin to lose it? X
A/N: Justin chapter next?
Word Count: 2,268
Scott had always thought you were cute. You were Justin’s cute little sister that he only ever saw if Justin was there too.
It had never been anything more than that. His teammates (cute) younger sister.
So, he’s not sure how he ended up here, on his couch, with you tightly held in his arms, your head resting against his chest. Your eyes were shut, chest rising and falling peacefully as you slept. Scott imagines this is the first night in a long while that you’ve actually had a decent sleep. Or rather he hopes. He might not know exactly what happened, what you’ve been through, but he has a pretty good idea and it makes him feel sick just to think about it. To think about how a person could do that to someone else. And how he could’ve been friends with that person.
Holding you in his arms now, this… destroyed and broken person in his arms and he’d been friends with the person who’d done this to you. Who ripped you apart inch from inch, stole pieces of you that made you whole until there was barely anything left. You were just a shadow left of who you’d once been and something that tears Scott apart, that makes him feel sick to his stomach; is that he never got to know the you before.
Even when you’d just been Justin’s younger sister, he barely knew you. The two of you had only spoken once or twice and even then, the conversations had been bleak. He didn’t know anything about the you you used to be.
All he knew was this. This version of you. And even if it didn’t mean you were any less valuable to him, because yes, in the short while he’s gotten closer to you, you’ve become someone very important to him. But… he wanted to know the real you. The you who would smile at whatever made you laugh, the you that would do whatever stupid thing that made you happy. He wanted to know what you did in your free time, what gave you happiness. What hobbies did you have? Did you enjoy sports? What was your favourite movie? Stuff like that.
He wanted to know stuff like that.
Letting his head fall back, Scott lets his eyes wander across the ceiling, stuck in his thoughts. It isn’t until his phone buzzes is he pulled from his own mind. He blinks, glancing around for his phone until he realizes it’s on the coffee table next to you. He briefly glances down at you, making sure you’re still asleep before carefully and slowly stretching his arm over you and grabbing his phone. He easily unlocks it, realizing he’d gotten a message from Zach. A few actually.
How’s Y/N? Jessica won’t stop pestering me to message you.
Then; not that i’m not concerned about Y/N. I am. It’s just…Anyways, is she okay?
Rolling his eyes, Scott quickly begins typing, knowing that if he doesn’t, Zach will continue to spam him with messages until he gets is answer. Y/N’s fine. She’s sleeping right now.
Zach replies almost instantly; are you coming to school today? Both of you?
I’m not sure. Her brother just got arrested, Zach.
We’re worried about her.
Sighing, Scott lets his head fall back. He knows Zach, Jessica and the rest are worried about you, just like they’re worried about everything that’s been going on. But he doesn’t want to pressure you into going to school. Not during a time like this.
Scott clicks his tongue, forgetting himself for a moment. The sudden movement and sound seems to be enough to stir you awake, because tilting his head down, Scott watches as your eyes slowly flicker open, blinking a few times before you moan out slightly, stretching. It’s clear that you don’t immediately recognize where you are, and it isn’t until you open your eyes, finding Scott’s already on you, do you. But, that doesn’t mean you remember how you’d gotten here.
Your eyes widen and you pull back, obviously panicked.
“Y/N! Y/N, it’s okay! It’s okay!”
Scott reaches for your arms but you pull back, slipping right off the couch. Scott watches with wide eyes as you all but fall to the ground with a yelp, a thud echoing as you try to catch yourself. You sit there for a moment, stunned, the both of you just staring at one another before Scott slowly speaks up. “I found you last night, remember? Took you home with me? I gave you my bed, but you…”
You nod, lowering your gaze. “No, no, I remember. Sorry. It’s just…”
Scott assumes your hesitance has something to do with Bryce. He doesn’t know how wrong he is.
Sitting up, Scott slides to the ground next to you. “You okay?”
You nod.
Silence surrounds the both of you once again. Scott takes this as his chance to get a good look at you. You look considerably less tired than you had before, and he considers that a small victory. But your eyes are still heavy and you still look pale and terrified. There’s this look in your eyes that just won’t leave, this absolutely terrified and petrified expression and Scott hates it. Because he doesn’t want you to be scared anymore.
And even if he knows it isn’t directly because of him, he wishes that he’d at least be enough to lessen that expression. Scott knows he’s only just really started to talk to you, but he wants you to trust him. Whole-heartedly. Because he won’t hurt you, not intentionally, and certainly not like how Bryce hurt you.
“Did you want to go into school today?”
You pause at his question, fiddling with your hands. “I don’t have any clothes. They’re at Bryce’s.”
Scott frowns, pausing. Then, an idea hits him; “we can go to Jessica’s. Ask to borrow some of hers.”
Your eyes widen at that. “Jessica… Jessica doesn’t want to see me, let alone let me borrow some of her clothes. I’ll just have to go to Bryce’s, grab them. At least some. I mean, he did buy them for me, so–”
Scott sets his hand over your own, stunning you to silence as you blink up at him. “You’re never going back to Bryce’s again.”
“Scott…–”
“It’s too dangerous.”
You frown, but don’t argue. You can’t, he’s right. Even if Bryce had been arrested yesterday, he had connections and powers and well, his father had never really liked you much anyway. “Well, Jessica won’t want to see me.”
“She’s worried about you.”
You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I highly doubt that.”
Scott frowns, furrowing his brows in wonder. “What makes you so sure she’s not? Isn’t she your friend?” It’s true. Scott had thought you two were friends. Mind you, he hasn’t seen either of you hang around one another in a while; but he does remember a time where the both of you had practically been inseparable. Scott had always wondered what had happened, but knew it hadn’t been his place to ask.
You hesitate, lips parting to say something, but falling short. Then, you just shrug; “she isn’t. Not anymore.”
-
“Anything you want to wear, you can.”
Biting your lip, you swallow thickly, glancing briefly at Jessica before your eyes flicker back over to her closet. You wring your hands together, hesitant to take a step forward. This just feels wrong. This feels different. You haven’t been at Jessica’s house since… since before she warned you to stay away from Bryce and you’d not only not listened to her, but gone to live with him. Gone to live with her rapist…
Jessica, after a moment of you just standing there, takes a step forward. “Y/N?”
You can’t explain it, you feel your body start to shake. Your fists clench, digging your nails into the palms of your hands as you clench your jaw, teeth grinding. You can’t… this… You can’t even look at Jessica without feeling immense guilt. What was wrong with you? Why hadn’t you listened to her when she warned you? If you had just listened to her, you wouldn’t be here. You wouldn’t be like this…
Maybe, you’d be happy. Healthy. Stable. But instead, you’re just broken and your mind is fucked up and you’re fucked up because you just want it all to end.
And when you look at Jessica, you remember what had been. You remember the first time you met her, when Justin had introduced her as his girlfriend and for the first time, you genuinely liked one of his girlfriends. Because she’d been different. She hadn’t been stuck up or shallow. She hadn’t snided you, and instead, she’d just smiled at you, all bright and warm, and hugged you because she was–
“–so happy to finally meet you.”
You blink, stunned as this girl all but flings herself onto you. You have to catch your footing, stumbling back slightly as she wraps her arms firmly around you. In response, your eyes flicker past Jessica’s shoulders, to Justin who stands a bit behind the two of you, smiling nervously down at you. Your eyes scream confusion but he just shrugs, rubbing the back of his head.
Then, Jessica’s pulling back, grinning warmly down at you. “Justin practically talks about you all the time. I can’t get him to talk about anything else,” she jokes lightly, throwing a teasing look Justin’s way who just rolls his eyes. “So, yeah, it’s just really nice to meet you.”
You’re a little stunned by her… warmness. Justin’s few girlfriends in the past have been nothing crude to you. There was a few here and there that were a little better, but overall, just… terrible.
But Jessica… she seems so nice. You’ve never seen a smile so genuine, so bright and she just keeps gushing at you like you’re the greatest thing she’s seen all day. You don’t have many friends, let alone girls, so this kind of… behaviour is strange to you. You’re not used to it. Though, you definitely don’t mind it.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” you finally say, letting a small smile of your own curl onto your lips. “You’re very… bubbly.” You grimace once you say that. “I meant that in a nice way, by the way.”
You’re half afraid she’ll be insulted. Jessica just laughs, looping her arm through your own and pulling you along, leaving Justin behind. He doesn’t argue and when you turn your head over your shoulder to gaze at him in question, he’s just smiling fondly.
“I have a feeling you and me are going to be great friends.”
Jessica had been different. She’d been your friend.
And you’d betrayed her.
“Y/N!”
“I can’t,” you choke out, feeling your eyes water and your words get stuck in the back of your throat, You step back from her hand that she attempts to set on your shoulder, shaking your head violently as you step back from Jessica. Her eyes widen in reaction, lips parting as you let out a wretched sob. “I can’t do this. I… Not to you.”
And then Jessica’s brows furrow; “Y/N? What are you talking about?”
“Don’t you hate me?” You ask suddenly, startlingly Jessica as she blinks back at you. “I mean, jesus, I lived with the man who raped you! I slept with the man who raped you! If you don’t hate me, you should. Because i’m nothing but a terrible person. I’m a fucking… fucking whore who let Bryce touch her over and over and just let him…”
There’s a moment or two of stifling silence. Jessica, stood opposite to you, just stands there, lips left parted in surprise at your outburst. She isn’t sure what to say, she hadn’t expected that. All of that to leave your lips, to have you break down like that. Sure, she’d been worried about you because of all that had happened to you, but… this, she hadn’t expected. Never would’ve she expected this. And it isn’t just your words, the way they bring back terrible memories for Jessica that surprises her, stuns her into silence; it’s the fact that you could possibly think she could ever hate you.
“I don’t hate you.”
Sniffling, you wipe at your tears pathetically. “You should.”
Jessica takes a step forward, and you take one back, but Jessica’s quicker then you and before you know it, she’s pulling you into an embrace. You’re stiff against her, confused and baffled as she wraps her arms tightly around you. “I could never hate you, Y/N.” She whispers against the embrace, voice soft and compassionate. “But… Bryce–”
“What Bryce did to me is no different than what he did to you,” Jessica reminds, running her fingers through your hair in a soothing motion. “I know you felt like you had no choice, and that’s why you did what you did. And i’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t come to me, that I pushed you away that day when I should’ve offered you to stay with me. I’m sorry you had to endure all of that alone.”
Jessica’s words hang in the air. Each passing moment, you seem to register them more and more, and with each second, you feel your resolve falling. Your shoulders slump and you feel the tears welling all over against as you bury your head in the crook of Jessica’s neck, moving to latch onto her as a sob wretches past your lips.
“It’s okay,” Jessica whispers, “it’s okay, Y/N. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
-
Part 10?
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Prompt: Could you please do a Justin Foley imagine where his sister got kicked out after he left so she’s been staying with Bryce because she doesn’t know about the tapes and he’s always been there for her and Justin and in the school fight scene, Bryce makes a comment about her which causes Justin to lose it? X
A/N: Justin chapter next?
Word Count: 2,268
Scott had always thought you were cute. You were Justin’s cute little sister that he only ever saw if Justin was there too.
It had never been anything more than that. His teammates (cute) younger sister.
So, he’s not sure how he ended up here, on his couch, with you tightly held in his arms, your head resting against his chest. Your eyes were shut, chest rising and falling peacefully as you slept. Scott imagines this is the first night in a long while that you’ve actually had a decent sleep. Or rather he hopes. He might not know exactly what happened, what you’ve been through, but he has a pretty good idea and it makes him feel sick just to think about it. To think about how a person could do that to someone else. And how he could’ve been friends with that person.
Holding you in his arms now, this… destroyed and broken person in his arms and he’d been friends with the person who’d done this to you. Who ripped you apart inch from inch, stole pieces of you that made you whole until there was barely anything left. You were just a shadow left of who you’d once been and something that tears Scott apart, that makes him feel sick to his stomach; is that he never got to know the you before.
Even when you’d just been Justin’s younger sister, he barely knew you. The two of you had only spoken once or twice and even then, the conversations had been bleak. He didn’t know anything about the you you used to be.
All he knew was this. This version of you. And even if it didn’t mean you were any less valuable to him, because yes, in the short while he’s gotten closer to you, you’ve become someone very important to him. But… he wanted to know the real you. The you who would smile at whatever made you laugh, the you that would do whatever stupid thing that made you happy. He wanted to know what you did in your free time, what gave you happiness. What hobbies did you have? Did you enjoy sports? What was your favourite movie? Stuff like that.
He wanted to know stuff like that.
Letting his head fall back, Scott lets his eyes wander across the ceiling, stuck in his thoughts. It isn’t until his phone buzzes is he pulled from his own mind. He blinks, glancing around for his phone until he realizes it’s on the coffee table next to you. He briefly glances down at you, making sure you’re still asleep before carefully and slowly stretching his arm over you and grabbing his phone. He easily unlocks it, realizing he’d gotten a message from Zach. A few actually.
How’s Y/N? Jessica won’t stop pestering me to message you.
Then; not that i’m not concerned about Y/N. I am. It’s just…Anyways, is she okay?
Rolling his eyes, Scott quickly begins typing, knowing that if he doesn’t, Zach will continue to spam him with messages until he gets is answer. Y/N’s fine. She’s sleeping right now.
Zach replies almost instantly; are you coming to school today? Both of you?
I’m not sure. Her brother just got arrested, Zach.
We’re worried about her.
Sighing, Scott lets his head fall back. He knows Zach, Jessica and the rest are worried about you, just like they’re worried about everything that’s been going on. But he doesn’t want to pressure you into going to school. Not during a time like this.
Scott clicks his tongue, forgetting himself for a moment. The sudden movement and sound seems to be enough to stir you awake, because tilting his head down, Scott watches as your eyes slowly flicker open, blinking a few times before you moan out slightly, stretching. It’s clear that you don’t immediately recognize where you are, and it isn’t until you open your eyes, finding Scott’s already on you, do you. But, that doesn’t mean you remember how you’d gotten here.
Your eyes widen and you pull back, obviously panicked.
“Y/N! Y/N, it’s okay! It’s okay!”
Scott reaches for your arms but you pull back, slipping right off the couch. Scott watches with wide eyes as you all but fall to the ground with a yelp, a thud echoing as you try to catch yourself. You sit there for a moment, stunned, the both of you just staring at one another before Scott slowly speaks up. “I found you last night, remember? Took you home with me? I gave you my bed, but you…”
You nod, lowering your gaze. “No, no, I remember. Sorry. It’s just…”
Scott assumes your hesitance has something to do with Bryce. He doesn’t know how wrong he is.
Sitting up, Scott slides to the ground next to you. “You okay?”
You nod.
Silence surrounds the both of you once again. Scott takes this as his chance to get a good look at you. You look considerably less tired than you had before, and he considers that a small victory. But your eyes are still heavy and you still look pale and terrified. There’s this look in your eyes that just won’t leave, this absolutely terrified and petrified expression and Scott hates it. Because he doesn’t want you to be scared anymore.
And even if he knows it isn’t directly because of him, he wishes that he’d at least be enough to lessen that expression. Scott knows he’s only just really started to talk to you, but he wants you to trust him. Whole-heartedly. Because he won’t hurt you, not intentionally, and certainly not like how Bryce hurt you.
“Did you want to go into school today?”
You pause at his question, fiddling with your hands. “I don’t have any clothes. They’re at Bryce’s.”
Scott frowns, pausing. Then, an idea hits him; “we can go to Jessica’s. Ask to borrow some of hers.”
Your eyes widen at that. “Jessica… Jessica doesn’t want to see me, let alone let me borrow some of her clothes. I’ll just have to go to Bryce’s, grab them. At least some. I mean, he did buy them for me, so--”
Scott sets his hand over your own, stunning you to silence as you blink up at him. “You’re never going back to Bryce’s again.”
“Scott…--”
“It’s too dangerous.”
You frown, but don’t argue. You can’t, he’s right. Even if Bryce had been arrested yesterday, he had connections and powers and well, his father had never really liked you much anyway. “Well, Jessica won’t want to see me.”
“She’s worried about you.”
You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I highly doubt that.”
Scott frowns, furrowing his brows in wonder. “What makes you so sure she’s not? Isn’t she your friend?” It’s true. Scott had thought you two were friends. Mind you, he hasn’t seen either of you hang around one another in a while; but he does remember a time where the both of you had practically been inseparable. Scott had always wondered what had happened, but knew it hadn’t been his place to ask.
You hesitate, lips parting to say something, but falling short. Then, you just shrug; “she isn’t. Not anymore.”
-
“Anything you want to wear, you can.”
Biting your lip, you swallow thickly, glancing briefly at Jessica before your eyes flicker back over to her closet. You wring your hands together, hesitant to take a step forward. This just feels wrong. This feels different. You haven’t been at Jessica’s house since… since before she warned you to stay away from Bryce and you’d not only not listened to her, but gone to live with him. Gone to live with her rapist…
Jessica, after a moment of you just standing there, takes a step forward. “Y/N?”
You can’t explain it, you feel your body start to shake. Your fists clench, digging your nails into the palms of your hands as you clench your jaw, teeth grinding. You can’t… this… You can’t even look at Jessica without feeling immense guilt. What was wrong with you? Why hadn’t you listened to her when she warned you? If you had just listened to her, you wouldn’t be here. You wouldn’t be like this…
Maybe, you’d be happy. Healthy. Stable. But instead, you’re just broken and your mind is fucked up and you’re fucked up because you just want it all to end.
And when you look at Jessica, you remember what had been. You remember the first time you met her, when Justin had introduced her as his girlfriend and for the first time, you genuinely liked one of his girlfriends. Because she’d been different. She hadn’t been stuck up or shallow. She hadn’t snided you, and instead, she’d just smiled at you, all bright and warm, and hugged you because she was--
“--so happy to finally meet you.”
You blink, stunned as this girl all but flings herself onto you. You have to catch your footing, stumbling back slightly as she wraps her arms firmly around you. In response, your eyes flicker past Jessica’s shoulders, to Justin who stands a bit behind the two of you, smiling nervously down at you. Your eyes scream confusion but he just shrugs, rubbing the back of his head.
Then, Jessica’s pulling back, grinning warmly down at you. “Justin practically talks about you all the time. I can’t get him to talk about anything else,” she jokes lightly, throwing a teasing look Justin’s way who just rolls his eyes. “So, yeah, it’s just really nice to meet you.”
You’re a little stunned by her... warmness. Justin’s few girlfriends in the past have been nothing crude to you. There was a few here and there that were a little better, but overall, just... terrible.
But Jessica... she seems so nice. You’ve never seen a smile so genuine, so bright and she just keeps gushing at you like you’re the greatest thing she’s seen all day. You don’t have many friends, let alone girls, so this kind of... behaviour is strange to you. You’re not used to it. Though, you definitely don’t mind it.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” you finally say, letting a small smile of your own curl onto your lips. “You’re very... bubbly.” You grimace once you say that. “I meant that in a nice way, by the way.”
You’re half afraid she’ll be insulted. Jessica just laughs, looping her arm through your own and pulling you along, leaving Justin behind. He doesn’t argue and when you turn your head over your shoulder to gaze at him in question, he’s just smiling fondly.
“I have a feeling you and me are going to be great friends.”
Jessica had been different. She’d been your friend.
And you’d betrayed her.
“Y/N!”
“I can’t,” you choke out, feeling your eyes water and your words get stuck in the back of your throat, You step back from her hand that she attempts to set on your shoulder, shaking your head violently as you step back from Jessica. Her eyes widen in reaction, lips parting as you let out a wretched sob. “I can’t do this. I… Not to you.”
And then Jessica’s brows furrow; “Y/N? What are you talking about?”
“Don’t you hate me?” You ask suddenly, startlingly Jessica as she blinks back at you. “I mean, jesus, I lived with the man who raped you! I slept with the man who raped you! If you don’t hate me, you should. Because i’m nothing but a terrible person. I’m a fucking… fucking whore who let Bryce touch her over and over and just let him…”
There’s a moment or two of stifling silence. Jessica, stood opposite to you, just stands there, lips left parted in surprise at your outburst. She isn’t sure what to say, she hadn’t expected that. All of that to leave your lips, to have you break down like that. Sure, she’d been worried about you because of all that had happened to you, but… this, she hadn’t expected. Never would’ve she expected this. And it isn’t just your words, the way they bring back terrible memories for Jessica that surprises her, stuns her into silence; it’s the fact that you could possibly think she could ever hate you.
“I don’t hate you.”
Sniffling, you wipe at your tears pathetically. “You should.”
Jessica takes a step forward, and you take one back, but Jessica’s quicker then you and before you know it, she’s pulling you into an embrace. You’re stiff against her, confused and baffled as she wraps her arms tightly around you. “I could never hate you, Y/N.” She whispers against the embrace, voice soft and compassionate. “But… Bryce--”
“What Bryce did to me is no different than what he did to you,” Jessica reminds, running her fingers through your hair in a soothing motion. “I know you felt like you had no choice, and that’s why you did what you did. And i’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t come to me, that I pushed you away that day when I should’ve offered you to stay with me. I’m sorry you had to endure all of that alone.”
Jessica’s words hang in the air. Each passing moment, you seem to register them more and more, and with each second, you feel your resolve falling. Your shoulders slump and you feel the tears welling all over against as you bury your head in the crook of Jessica’s neck, moving to latch onto her as a sob wretches past your lips.
“It’s okay,” Jessica whispers, “it’s okay, Y/N. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
-
Part 10?
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Prompt: Could you please do a Justin Foley imagine where his sister got kicked out after he left so she’s been staying with Bryce because she doesn’t know about the tapes and he’s always been there for her and Justin and in the school fight scene, Bryce makes a comment about her which causes Justin to lose it? X
A/N: a day early, whoop! whoop!
Word Count: 2,073
Stay away from him, Y/N. Please.
Prompt: Could you please do a Justin Foley imagine where his sister got kicked out after he left so she’s been staying with Bryce because she doesn’t know about the tapes and he’s always been there for her and Justin and in the school fight scene, Bryce makes a comment about her which causes Justin to lose it? X
A/N: a day early, whoop! whoop!
Word Count: 2,073
Stay away from him, Y/N. Please.
Prompt: Could you please do a Justin Foley imagine where his sister got kicked out after he left so she’s been staying with Bryce because she doesn’t know about the tapes and he’s always been there for her and Justin and in the school fight scene, Bryce makes a comment about her which causes Justin to lose it? X
A/N: A day early because you’ve all been lovely and patient with me :)
Please don’t plagiarize my work!
Word Count: 3,072
The day you were born, Justin thought, just maybe, he might stay.
Prompt: Could you please do a Justin Foley imagine where his sister got kicked out after he left so she’s been staying with Bryce because she doesn’t know about the tapes and he’s always been there for her and Justin and in the school fight scene, Bryce makes a comment about her which causes Justin to lose it? X
A/N: A day early because you’ve all been lovely and patient with me :)
Please don’t plagiarize my work!
Word Count: 3,072
The day you were born, Justin thought, just maybe, he might stay.
Request: Could you please do a Scott Reed x reader imagine where she supports Jessica at the homecoming game in the protest and one of the Hillcrest boys grabs her and kisses her and Scott freaks out?
Please don’t plagiarize my work!
Word Count: 699
Hey, hey, ho, ho, rape culture has got to go!
Ignoring the slight shiver of your body, your let your eyes wander across the crowd before and around you. Your lips are parted, voice strained as you repeat the mantra alongside your fellow fellow friends. Beside you, Jessica stands tall and proud, the megaphone never failing to make her voice boom across the football field -- loud and clear.
You know what you’re doing is causing an uproar, but it doesn’t make you falter whatsoever. When you’d signed up to help Jessica, you knew what you were signing up for, and at this point, it was too late to back down. Even if out of the corner of your eye, you see policeman running at the lot of you, you take some of Jessica’s confidence into your own and square your shoulders.
Hey, hey, ho, ho, rape culture has got to go!
Hey, hey, ho, ho, rape culture has got to go!
Briefly, as your eyes scan across the crowd, just wandering, you meet a familiar pair. You falter slightly as you meet Scott’s gaze from afar, catching the expression in his eyes. You can tell, just by looking at him; he’s a little disappointed. This was his big game after all, and you could remember how often he’d talk about it; how nervous he was, etc. It makes you feel just a little bit guilty, but you know your message his important and even he understands that.
But really, all you see is concern. His eyes flicker from the police, to the Hillcrest players, back to you and you realize he wants you to get off the field.
One look at Jessica and you know you can’t.
Hey, hey, ho, ho, rape culture has got to go!
“Hey!”
Pausing, your brows furrow as your attention is pulled elsewhere. The mantra falls silent on your lips as you meet Jessica’s eyes briefly, before the two of you look past her and find a few Hillcrest boys smirking widely at the both of you.
“Nice ass!”
Lips parting in disbelief, you scoff as Jessica turns to them; “fuck you!”
As you stand there, watching Jessica tell the jocks off, you never notice the jock creeping up behind you. It isn’t until you feel arms suddenly wrap around you, causing you to gasp out in surprise as your breasts are aggressively groped, do you realize that you should’ve been paying more attention. Your hands instantly fly to the jock’s wrists, trying to pull his arms away as you stumble over your feet, hating the sound of his laughter fill your eyes.
“Get off me!” You bellow, managing to rip his hands away from you, you stumbling backwards in result.
As he laughs loudly, clearly proud of himself, you move to step forward, ready to give him a piece of your mind before a body suddenly rushes past you. The figure grabs the jock before you can, delivering a nice harsh punch across the side of the cheek that causes your lips to part. As your eyes rapidly flicker upwards, you realize it’s Scott.
Even as the jock falls to the floor, Scott doesn’t relent. He moves to straddle the boy, and you’re quick to react, finally snapping out of your stupor and rushing forward. Hands falling on Scott’s arms, you pull him back, pulling him off the jock who’d assaulted you before one of the police do.
“Scott, hey!”
As you pull him back, your eyes flicker, noticing that now because of you, both football teams are now fighting. You’re quick to pull Scott out of there.
Once Scott snaps out of it and the two of you are far enough on your own, Scott turns to you hastily. His hands cup your cheeks without fault, pulling you close against himself. “Are you okay?” He asks with haste, eyes wide, “when I saw that guy just grab you... I mean, fuck, I--”
“Hey, hey, Scott.” Cutting him off, you grab Scott’s hands that still continue to cup your cheeks, pulling his eyes solely on you. “I’m fine.”
With that he lets out a heavy breath; “yeah?”
You nod without fault. “Yeah.”
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( @teenwolfbitches2 ) Request: Can I do an endgame request with Scott Lang x reader where they were dating before the snap and she disappeared (like hope) and when she comes back for the battle like the rest of the avengers Scott gets like really fluffy when he sees her, and it’s like really fluffy. Sorry if that was confusing it made sense to me
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Word Count: 686
His smile hadn’t lost it’s touch, it seemed.
Prompt: idk if you’re currently taking requests for nrt bonus scenes, but if you are could you do the scene where scott felt y/n get stabbed and said something was wrong and stiles just bOLTS out of the vault (+ a little malia being concerned too?)
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A/N:
He’d been dozing off, his eyes heavy. His skin felt hot, sweaty and at this point, Scott almost wished for the sweet relief of death. It was beginning to become too much to bear and he just wanted it to stop.
Those around him slipped to the back of his mind as his head fall back, exhaling heavily, his body feeling weaker than it ever had been before. Selfishly, and only for that one, split second, Scott didn’t think about you, wherever you were. He didn’t think about Stiles who sat across from him, head in his hands. He didn’t think about Kira or Malia who were doing just as bad as him. For one moment, he put himself before others as the pain and discomfort and that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach became too much.
And then, his eyes snapped open and his lips parted, pain hitting him. Despite the little-to-zero amount of energy in his body and limbs, he sat up, his hands instantly moving to his stomach, the pain centering there.
For a split second, he was bewildered. Scott couldn’t understand where the pain had come from and why it felt like a knife was being stabbed into his gut. His mind reeled as his eyes clenched shut and his teeth clenched hard against one another. But then it hit him, a second later and he realized that it was because of you. The pain wasn’t his own but rather yours, and because of your connection, he felt it. Like a knife in his stomach that wasn’t there.
And just like that, the worry overrided the pain. Scott lost all rational thought as his stomach plummeted to the pit of his stomach and he thought the worse. The pain he felt was almost unbearable and it radiated throughout his entire body, so he could only imagine how it was effecting you. The worse part was, he didn’t have the strength to get up.
Then, it got it worse. The pain increased at least tenfold and if the others hadn’t noticed him before, they certainly did now as Scott let out a heart-wrenching cry.
Stiles, the only one with enough strength to jump up to his feet lunged forward, reaching Scott in seconds with wide concerned eyes. Scott, felt rather than saw, Stiles’ hands fall on his shoulders, steadying him slightly as his jaw clenched and the pain continued to flood his entire being. He thought it had been unbearable before, but this was so much worse.
Then, slowly, it faded. It turned into a dull ache, one that you couldn’t ignore and finally Stiles’ voice seemed to drift into his senses.
“What’s happening? Scott! Scott, are you okay?”
Scott peeled his eyes open, finding Stiles’ worried eyes on him before drifting past his shoulders and watching as both Malia and Kira watched him with deep frowns marring their lips, obviously worried.
Swallowing thickly, Scott’s hand fell on Stiles’ arm, gripping it tightly as he shifted.
“Scott?”
“I’m fine,” Scott breathes, only then able to find his voice. “I’m... I’m okay. I have to...” He doesn’t finish his sentence, voice drifting as he plants his free hand on the concrete beneath him, trying to push himself up to his feet. He hears Stiles’ call out in concern, but ignores it, grinding his teeth together as he tries to get up to his feet.
And as he makes it halfway, he sinks to the floor, his legs giving out beneath him.
“Scott,” Stiles’ calls again, voice sharp. “What is it? What happened?”
“Y/N...” Scott breathes, instantly catching Stiles’ attention if he didn’t have it before. Something sinks inside of Stiles’ and his lips curve downwards in a deep frown as he squeezes Scott’s shoulder, pushing him back.
“What’s wrong with Y/N?” When Scott doesn’t answer, head falling back, Stiles’ presses. “Scott.”
“She’s...” Shaking his head, Scott groans through the pain. “She’s in trouble. I have to... I have to get to her--”
His words halt the moment Stiles leaves his side, instantly on his face. Through his bleariness, Scott blinks up at his best friend, frowning. “Stiles--”
“You stay here,” Stiles argues, shaking his head as he moves towards the door. “You’re too weak to go after her. I’ll find her.” Scott watches with a frown as he slowly opens the door, turning just before he runs off. “Shut the door behind me.”
Then, Stiles is gone and Scott, with a moan of dejection, sits up, moving to shut the door. And as he’s left alone with both Malia and Kira, the dull ache never ending, Scott can’t help but curse his state at that moment. He wasn’t even strong enough to go save his own sister and while he fully trusted Stiles, more than anyone, it was crushing him inside.
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Request: Can you do a Scott McCall one where the reader is like a badass/villain type but then somehow Scott helps her see that there’s good in her and they fall in love
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Word Count: 1,138
“She’s the dangerous one Scott!”
“I just don’t see her that way.”
Biting your lip, your head bows at Scott’s words. He’s unaware you’re listening, just like his friend, Stiles, is. Or maybe they are, they just don’t care. Either way, you’re across the room from them, head shoved into your locker as you pretend to distract yourself, but pay close attention to the boy’s words.
You hear Stiles scoff, and you can imagine his eyes rolling into the back of his head in annoyance. “She literally tried to attack Liam just a week ago,” he sputters out incredulously, “how can you not see her in that way?”
There’s a moment of pause, and despite yourself, you feel your heart leap up into your throat into anticipation. Anticipating what Scott’s next words would be. Because the truth way, you were the bad guy. You were the villain. And you hadn’t just hurt Liam, but it had been you against the McCall pack for weeks now. And yet, Scott didn’t look at you like that.
Didn’t see in you that way.
“I don’t know,” Scott sighs, shaking his head. “It’s just this... look in her eyes, man. It just doesn’t feel right.”
You frown, the grip on your locker tightening considerably.
“Well, ignore it, man,” Stiles says bluntly. “Cause when it comes down to it, when this things ending, there’s not going to be a happy one.”
“I know.”
You can’t help yourself, your hand seems to move instinctively and suddenly you’re slamming your locker door. The thud echoes, and the wandering gaze on your back turns intense as you snap your head over your shoulder, meeting Scott’s eyes. You don’t miss the scowl Stiles sends your way, but before you can dwell on Scott’s wandering gaze, you’re turning, marching with determination and racing through the hall of kids.
You’re trying to get out of the school, but you don’t make it very far before a hand latches onto your wrist.
“Let go, Scott.”
His grip only tightens, “I need to talk to you.”
Turning your head over your shoulder, you only hesitate a moment longer before raising your eyes, meeting his own. “I don’t think you’re friend would like that all too much.”
As if to prove your point, you point past Scott’s shoulder, his gaze landing on Stiles who’s still stood in the same spot before. Except, this time, his face is filled with a frustrated expression, his hands thrown up beside him in disbelief as he shakes his head adamantly over at Scott.
Scott, unfazed, just turns back to you. “I need to talk to you.”
Biting your lip, you sigh, pulling your hand out of his grasp and turning into the nearest empty classroom. You hear the sound of the door shut behind you as you unceremoniously throw your bag on one of the desks, taking a seat on top of the other. When you’ve turned, Scott just moving to face you as you raise a curious brow and let a small smirk fall on your lips.
“So, what did Scotty wanna talk about?”
“I know you were listening into Stiles and I’s conversation,” Scott says bluntly, causing the smile on your lips to fade. Shoulders falling, your eyes narrow slightly in defense, your expression darkening.
“Then you should listen to your friend Scott,” you say simply. “I’m the dangerous one.”
Scott takes a small step forward, shaking his head. “I don’t think you are.”
You let out a laugh, a condescending one as you shake your head. “You really are oblivious, aren’t you?” Pausing for only a moment, just staring back at Scott, you push off of the table you’d been sitting on, closing what little distance had existed between you and Scott and glared up at him. “I’m the villain. I’m the dangerous one. I’m the one that’s going to tear your pack apart person by person until you’re the only one left. All alone.”
Scott just stares back at you, as if pity. “I don’t think you will.”
Anger flares inside of you, boiling deep in your chest as you jaw clenches. “And what makes you so sure?”
“You’re a werewolf, aren’t you?” Scott questions, causing your brows to furrow slightly in confusion. “You may be good at lying Y/N, but i’m a true alpha, and I can hear the racing of your heart. I can feel the confliction within you.” You find your body tensing at his words, shoulders raising with stiffness as you try to ignore the vulnerability that surfaces within you. “And that’s why you don’t have to lie around me, Y/N. That’s why-...”
You flinch from his touch, practically stumbling back as your breath gets caught in your throat. As you create a distance between the two of you once again, you glance back up at Scott, breathless. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You...”
“Y/N,” Scott calls, his voice soft, compassionate. “It’s okay.”
“No,” you cut off, voice sharp, demanding. Glaring fiercely at him, you ignore the racing of your heart. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. So don’t pretend that you do.”
You move to storm past him, determined to get as far away from his as possible. He was dangerous, more dangerous than you. Because he knew the truth. Because he was right. And you couldn’t let him know that he was.
But Scott stops you once again, grabbing your arm and pulling you close all in one stride. It’s not so much in an intimate way but more in an endearing way. He’s closer then he’s ever been, then anyone’s ever really been, and you’re frozen stiff with uncertainty. You just stare back up at him, lips parted as you try to find the courage to break free and walk away -- but you can’t.
And Scott seems unsure, afraid even, but that doesn’t stop him. “You don’t have to lie to me,” he whispers, “I won’t hurt you.”
His words strike a chord within you. Your heart plummeting.
“That’s what she does, isn’t it?” He asks softly, voice barely audible as his gaze never wavers from your own. Holding you with care and gentleness, Scott frowns. “She hurts you?”
You don’t speak. Every bone in your body is screaming at you to deny. To build up your walls and bury the truth deep down inside of you where no one will be able to find it, where no one ever has -- except for now. And that’s why you don’t. Because Scott saw through the facade, he saw the difference in you and saw those moments were you thought no one was watching where your walls would fall and you’d let yourself go.
“I won’t.”
Eyes narrowing, you finally speak; “everyone always does.”
“But,” Scott whispers, without hesitance, “I won’t.”
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Sorry I didn’t really post all that much this week. It was pretty crazy in terms of school and I kind of fell off the walls a little bit. Life just really knocked me down this week, and i’m still struggling to pick myself back up. But, I really wanted to write and being able to pour my emotions into something has always helped me. So, I hope you enjoyed this.
Request: YES SCOTT REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!! can i request one where the reader has liked him for a long time (even when allison was still alive) and somehow he finds out and they get together? can it be a little smutty? if you’re uncomfortable with doing that then it’s totally fine! THANK YOU💗💗
Please don’t plagiarize my work!
Word Count:1,999
“This is stupid.”
“No, it’s fun.”
“No, it’s stupid.” You repeat, meeting Lydia’s eyes. “And ridiculous.”
Sighing, Lydia shakes her head. You raise a brow when she sets her hand on your shoulder, almost as if she’s about to give you some life-long advice, before meeting her gaze once more. “Y/N, darling, you have to learn to live a little.”
“Balancing life between the supernatural and the normal, I think i’ve lived a life-time of excitement.”
Tsking, Lydia shakes her head, moving her grip so both of her hands are pressed flat against your back. Before you know it, you’re being practically shoved forward, weaving your way through the crowd of intoxicated and very loud students, desperate not to drop your drink. Your eyes are wide, but you don’t fight Lydia, letting her lead you in the direction of the living room.
“Look who I brought!”
Scott, Stiles, Kira, Malia and a few others you don’t recognize all look up at the sound of Lydia’s voice, their eyes brightening when they saw you. With a sheepish grin and a slight blush on your cheeks, Lydia finally steps away from you as you raise your hand in a small greeting, mumbling a hi to everyone.
“Not willingly,” you add with a smirk in Lydia’s direction.
“Oh, hush,” she rolls her eyes, taking her spot next to Malia. You let your eyes wander across the small group, looking for an open seat, only to find the last one next to Scott.
How typical.
With a nervous swallow, you shyly sit down next to him, meeting his eyes with a small smile when grins over at you. Your arm brushes against his, which practically makes your heart begin to race like crazy.
You’ve had a crush on Scott for years, even when him and Allison were a thing. And the worst part was that you had been Allison’s best friend. Her best friend that was in love with her boyfriend, and even now, when she was gone, you still couldn’t get over your strong feelings for the boy. You couldn’t rightly explain them, but every time he was near (which was a lot given that you were apart of the pack) you found it hard to breathe. Your heart would pound against your chest, like it was now, and your cheeks would grow warm even if it was as normal as just meeting his eyes from across the room.
You had it bad for Scott, but you couldn’t act on it. Because of Allison.
“Okay, Lydia,” Stiles speaks up, raising a brow over at the girl as he leans into Malia’s side. “You brought us all here, why?”
“Because.” she begins, the edges of her lips curled into a bright grin as she claps her hands before her in excitement. “We’re going to play a game.”
Kira, as innocent as ever, raises a brow; “what game?”
“Spin the bottle.”
You nearly choke on your drink in surprise, eyes widening. Oh God...
“You okay?”
Swallowing the rest of your drink quickly, you set your hand against your chest, turning to Scott as he stares back at you in concern. Waving off his concern with a slight shake of your head, you smile softly in his direction; “yeah, yeah,” you nod, trying to hide your embarrassment. “I’m fine.”
“So,” Lydia speaks up, pulling your attention on her as she sets an empty wine bottle down in the middle of the coffee table. “Who wants to go first?”
“Lydia,” you sigh, “maybe this isn’t such a good idea--”
“Nonsense,” Lydia scoffs, rolling her eyes at you. “it’s perfect. Besides, it’s just a little kiss, what’s the harm in that?”
As silence echoes, you let your eyes wander across the rest of the group, searching for some who agrees with you. “Kira?”
“Sorry,” she shrugs apologetically, “seems like fun.”
Turning to Scott, you’re practically internally praying he’ll agree. “Scott?”
Nonchalantly, Scott mimics Kira, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s just a kiss,” he reminds, shifting forward slightly. “Here, i’ll start.”
Sinking back into your seat, your eyes watch the bottle carefully as it begins to spin. Part of you wants it the bottle to land on you, but then another, smaller, but more moral part of you hopes it doesn’t.
Your inner dilemma ends short however when the end of the bottle stops at Kira.
The two of them gaze at each other nervously, Kira’s cheeks warming slightly, but they don’t hesitate for long before leaning towards one another. You hate it, but a deep jealousy burns through your entire body as they press their lips against one another, unable to stop yourself from wishing that it was you kissing Scott instead of Kira.
But it’s over before you know.
“Oooh!” Stiles exclaims, “me next! Me next!”
The excitement from Stiles’ face quickly fades the moment the bottle stops, landing on one of the senior boys playing with you all.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me...”
They kiss and then everyone goes around, spinning the bottle, kissing and then repeating the process. You end up having to kiss Lydia at one point, and then another random freshmen, but, overall, it’s fun enough. Though, every time it is your turn, you can’t help but mentally pray that it’ll land on Scott -- it never does.
You let out a laugh as Scott and Stiles pull back from one another, faces twisted together in absolute disgust. Stiles is dramatically scratching at his lips, moaning and groaning as Scott just curls into himself uncomfortable.
“Okay, then,” Lydia speaks up, clapping her hands before herself. “Last turn.” Turning to her, you raise a brow when her eyes fall on you. Though, the moment the mischievous look in her eyes become clear, your heart plummets. “Y/N, you’ll be taking the last turn.”
Knowing better than to argue with the girl, you only let out one small sigh before sitting up, reaching out and spinning the bottle. It almost seems like it’s been spinning for hours before it finally stops, just continuously going around and around. Then, the one time you hadn’t even really wished for it, it lands on Scott.
It causes your eyes to widen, turning to the boy beside you with parted lips as he mimics your expression. All seems to fade as the realization at what’s about to happen seems to sink in.
Here you were, about to kiss the boy you’ve had a crush on for years. And it was all because of some stupid game.
Coughing slightly, Scott runs a hand through his head; “ready?”
As ready as you’ll ever be...
Smiling shyly, you nod.
Scott first sets his palm on the your left cheek, cupping it and pulling you closer. You almost turn into putty at his touch, easily abiding to his will as your hand moves to his knee, his free hand falling on your waist. Then, with almost a startlingly inhale, Scott’s lips are pressed against your own. And it’s everything you could’ve have ever wished for, everything you always dreamed it being like.
It practically takes your breath away.
Your eyes fall shut with ease, and you find yourself curling into him, your hand moving from his knee to cup his jaw, pulling him close.
And then, there’s a cough, and it registers in both of you that this kiss had been going on a moment too long. So, you both hastily pull back, red in the cheeks as the rest stare in surprise.
“Damn...” You hear Stiles mumble.
But you can barely hear him, or the whoops and cheers that echo in the background. Cause the moment you pull back, your eyes meet Scott’s and something tells you you aren’t the only one who felt that. Felt that passion and the amount of emotion that had just been poured into that kiss.
You’re not the only one whose speechless.
-
“Thanks for, um, for driving me home.”
“Yeah, yeah, of course.”
Swallowing thickly, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you turn to face Scott, softly shutting your bedroom door behind you.
“Thanks for inviting me inside,” Scott adds after a moment, causing you to laugh slightly.
“It seemed only right,” you shrug, pushing off your door to cross your bedroom and fall next to him on the edge of your bed. You feel your shoulder lightly bump into him as silence falls over the both of you. The atmosphere is thick, awkward, just like it had been between the two of you since that kiss back at Lydia’s party.
The drive had been awkward enough, and truly, you weren’t sure why you invited Scott inside. It wasn’t like this was his first time over, or the first time you two have been alone, but now it was just different. And you figured, for a long time, it had been different. There seemed to just be a moment in your friendship when you both realized your friendship was more than just that, but neither of you acted on it.
You tense slightly when Scott’s hand falls on your thigh, your chin tilting upwards to meet his eyes.
“Scott...”
“I can’t be the only one whose felt this,” he whispers, gaze unwavering. “During that kiss, we... I...”
Licking your bottom lip, you inhale sharply. “No,” you mumble, voice barely audible. “You weren’t. I felt it too.”
Then, at your words, Scott’s hand slowly begins to raise. It brings goosebumps to your skin as his fingers lightly trace all the way up to your jaw, before moving to cup your cheek. Your eyes stay heavy on his own the entire time, with the odd glance down at his lips. The two of you are barely inches apart, and you can feel his breath on your face as you both remain completely silent. This is the closest, minus your previously shared kiss, that the two of you have ever been.
And it’s driving you crazy.
Then, Scott inches forward, and your hand moves of it’s own accord, grasping his wrist and halting his movements.
It causes Scott to pull back, confusion flooding his gaze as he frowns. “What is it?’
“We can’t,” you mumble hoarsely, shaking your head as your eyes lower.
“What?” Scott questions, his hand moving to tilt your chin upwards. “Why not?”
You hesitate, unsure. Then, with a low and quiet voice, you mutter; “Allison.” And Scott’s face falls, realization setting in as you inhale deeply. “I want to,” you continue, nodding up at him. “I really do. But... I can’t. I can’t do that to her.”
You move to pull away, half way turning before Scott catches you, pulling you back towards him in one quick stride. It causes you to gasp out in surprise, unable to stop him before he’s pressing his lips against your own. And at first, you move to stop him, but just like before, you’re putty in his hands. You practically bend to his will just because he’s Scott, and you find yourself returning the kiss a second later, your hand left out before you in surprise.
It’s just as amazing as the first one.
Then, when Scott pulls away, you breathless, he leans his forehead against your own. “Allison would want me to be happy,” he whispers, causing you to pause. “And i’m happy with you.”
Leaning back, you meet Scott’s gaze; “you are?”
“Yes,” Scott nods without hesitance, both hands moving to cup your cheeks as he smiles. “You’ve always made me happy, Y/N. And I want to be with you, and I think you do too.”
“I do,” you whisper breathlessly, “I always have.”
Scott grins, not wasting another second before pressing his lips against your own again. It’s chaste, pulling back in the next second but his lips remain hovering over your own. Then, Scott whispers; “you’re okay with this?” He asks, his hands moving to grab the hem of your shirt. “You want this?”
“I always have.”
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Requests are closed!
Prompt(s): For bonus scenes of NRT DEFINITELY how Scott found out Jennifer took his sister!! I think he was still with Deucalion right? And him telling Stiles! And the object he chose to represent her! Basically, all that angst fest
It has come to my attention that by adding links to my posts, it stops that post from being seen in the tags tagged. So, sadly, I will no longer be able to tag previous parts of NRT on new chapters. BUT all part can be found easily on my “No Reason To Series MasterList!”
A/N: This has been highly requested for a while, and i’m so sorry it took me so long to get done!! But, here it is :)
This... feeling hadn’t left his chest. Wouldn’t leave his chest.
Scott couldn’t even begin to explain it. Words wouldn’t do it justice. All Scott knew was that something was wrong and that something was you. It made his heart race and panic flood his entire being, unable to think straight. Because the idea that not only had his mother been taken, but now something had happened to you, the two most important woman in his life, left him feeling helpless. Numb, Cold.
So, Scott didn’t think before he practically slammed the front door to his house open, your name leaving his lips in a shill cry. Of course, he doesn’t receive a reply. And Scott doesn’t even bother to shut the door behind him as he begins running around the house, searching through every room in a desperate search for you.
And in the back of his mind, he knows you won’t be here. But he has to at least try because he can’t fathom the thought of you in danger. His sister... twin sister. The one person that’s been through his side through everything, through thick and thin. Who stuck by him even when he tossed her aside and quite honestly, treated her like shit. You’re his other half, the one he knows he can always trust and depend on.
You’ve always been there for Scott, and all he hadn’t wanted to do was be the one to bring mom back. To bring back mom for you. Because all your lives it’s been you taking care of him, and all Scott had wanted to do was this one thing for you, instead of it being the other way around. But he hadn’t even been able to do that, because nothing was working out and everything was going wrong. And now you’d been taken oto, and Scott couldn’t lose the both of you.
He couldn’t lose his family. Not all at once. Not ever.
He felt your fear, the fear you were feeling wherever you were, added onto his own. Toppling over him and weighing him down, the gears in his mind practically spinning as he tried to think; think where would you be, where you could’ve been taken and why. Why had you been taken...
But as he runs up the stairs and comes to the last room, your room, Scott’s heart practically sinks into the pit of his stomach because you aren’t there. And by the smell of it, you haven’t been in the house since at least the morning. Your bag is gone and everything you carry around with you on a daily is gone, and Scott feels his eyes water with distress as he takes a step into your room.
The house is eerily quiet, and it crushes Scott’s heart because all he wants is to turn around and see you standing at the door of your bedroom, grinning up at him as you berate him from coming into your room without permission.
But when he turns you aren’t there.
As his eyes fade around the room, his eyes land on the small chain laying on your dresser. It brings a soft smile to Scott’s lips, with a hint of sadness, as he takes a few steps forward, taking the necklace into his hand. It reminds him of you more than anything else in that room, and the small wolf pendant at the bottom is almost enough to make the tears welling in Scott's eyes come pouring down his cheeks.
But then a smell catches his attention, causing his brows to furrow as he realizes that the smell is Stiles.
Gripping the necklace tightly in his hand, Scott makes his way back down the steps, eyes falling on Stiles who is stood at the doorway of his front door, out of breath. His chest is rising and falling and there’s a wild panicked look in his eyes that Scott, in all his years of knowing Stiles, has never seen before.
And when Stiles’ eyes fall on Scott, all Scott can seem to manage is a simple;
“She’s gone. Jennifer... Jennifer took her.”
-
“Scott?”
“My dad got my mom this watch when she first got hired at the hospital,” Scott explains, unable to tear his eyes away from the small piece of jewelry resting in the palm of his hand. He’s unable to stop the shake in his voice as images of his mother pop up at the sight of it. “She used to say it was the only thing in their marriage that ever worked.”
There’s a moment of silence before Deaton continues; “and for Y/N?”
Letting out a shaky breath, Scott reaches into his pocket to pull out the small chain he’d pocketed earlier that day. He pauses a moment to glance down at it, before swallowing thickly. “Y/N used to love wolves when she was younger,” he comments, unable to stop the small smile that fades on his lips as memories flood in. “She was convinced that she one day would own her own wolf, coincidentally,” he adds with a small chuckle, “so I begged my mom to buy her this necklace when I saw it at the mall.”
Raising his head, Scott meets Stiles’ eyes as he lets out a shaky breath. “I’ve never seen her smile so bright,” he comments lightly, licking his bottom lip. “She never wanted to wear it because she was afraid she’d ruin it, so it just sits on the top of her dresser, so it’s always near her. For good luck she always used to say.”
His hand closes around the two objects, holding them not only tightly but close and near to his heart as his eyes meet Deatons, nodding.
“Okay, the three of you will get in. Each of us will hold you down until you’re essentially... well, dead.”
-
He swears he’s never felt so relieved before in his life.
The two most important woman, people, in his life, safe and stood directly before him. Despite his body screaming at him in exhaustion, all Scott can seem to do is run forward, surprising both you and Melissa as he wraps his arms tightly around the both of you.
And at first, you’re more than just surprised, you’re stunned. But then, as the familiar sensation of Scott floods you, you find yourself easing into his grip, returning his embrace. Less than an hour ago you had feared if you’d ever even see your brother’s face again, but now, to be back in his arms... it almost feels like a miracle.
“I’m so glad the both of you are okay.”
Leaning back, you smile over at your mother as her hand falls on Scott’s cheek; “it’s thanks to you that we are.”
Scott smiles, cheeks warming as he shakes his head, his eyes constantly moving back and forth to stare at the two of you. He can hardly believe you’re both stood in front of him, and he doesn’t want to look away in fear that you’ll disappear before his very eyes again. He never wants to let either of you out of his sights again.
Smiling softly, you lean into Scott’s side; “thank you...”
And Scott just returns your smile, even brighter if possible. Then, he blinks, as if remembering, and leaning back, he pulls out both Melissa’s watch and your necklace. Both of your faces fall at the sight of them, and as you gently take the necklace into your hand, you’re stunned with silence for a moment.
“My watch...” Melissa mumbles, eyes stuck on that of her sons in confusion.
“I needed something of yours that meant something, something that would help me be able to find where you were. I know how much that watch means to you, mom and how much--”
“This necklace means to me,” you finish for Scott, finally able to find your voice as your eyes meet his, blurry by the threat of your tears falling.
“You always did say wolves were your favourite animal,” Scott jokes lightly, grinning at you.
Snorting, you lean forward, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly as Melissa watches on fondly.
“And they still are.”
-
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Request: A Scott imagine where the reader tries to protect or get to Scott during the big fight (even though he doesn’t really need it) and ends up getting a little hurt and then fluffy Scott takes care of her?
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Word Count: 1,259
“This does not end well.”
Damn right, it didn’t end well.
“You never hooked up with Hannah. You would’ve told me.”
Taking your bottom lip in between your teeth, you chew on it nervously, clenching your fists together tightly.Tony was right. There was no way Justin was going to be able to keep his cool in a situation like this, especially not when Bryce was involved.
As Bryce takes a step forward, smirking down at Justin, your eyes fall on Scott who takes a step back in return. Falling near the lockers, Scott seems to sense your wandering gaze and meets his, frowning heavily. Swallowing thickly, you turn your head away with haste, jaw clenching. You still haven’t forgotten the fight the two of you had had mere hours ago.
You just didn’t understand why he was still defending Bryce. Even after all he’d done. After all he was continuously doing.
“Why?” Bryce questions, tilting his head slightly. “Because we were best friends and I told you everything?”
There’s a moment of pause before Justin takes another step forward, voice gruff. “I should kill you.”
“Hey,” Monty calls, reaching for Justin’s shoulder. “Chill out--” He’s rudely interrupted by Justin practically smacking his hand away from him, causing Monty to chuckle in disbelief, hand left hanging by his side.
“Still gonna hide behind your boys?” Justin snaps, shaking his head.
Oh, God...
You let out sigh when you see Bryce tap Monty on the chest, signalling him to step back as his lets his bag fall to the floor. “I’m not hiding,” he says plainly, crossing the small distance between himself and Justin. “You wanna go?”
As you had expected, things turned bad. And quickly.
Suddenly, and you flinch in response, Justin lunges forward, slamming Bryce up against the row of lockers before delivering a nasty hit to his cheek. Everyone else follows in response, mass chaos breaking out as your eyes try to focus on one thing, lips parting. Before you know it, there’s someone standing in front of you and Clay, holding the both of you back as Tony rushes over to Monty, pulling him off of Justin’s back.
Then, you hear a holler of; “let’s go, motherfuckers!” And suddenly Cyrus and the rest of his gang are rushing forward, helping in the aid of Justin, or really whoever they see fit, delivering punches at every left corner. The distractions allows Clay to slip past the jock that had been blocking his path, causing your eyes to widen.
“Wait, Clay--!”
He ignores your call, and before you can rush forward to help him, you’re gripped tightly by two hands. When you raise your eyes, you find the same jock that had been holding Clay back moments ago, and your eyes narrow in anger, struggling in his grip. “Let go, asshole!” You bellow, attempting to kick him but he easily steps back.
He’s at least twice your size, and you’re nowhere near a match for him but you hate to stand back while those you care about are, quite literally, in a fighting match.
Standing on the tips of your toes, you notice Clay now in Scott’s grip, the latter holding Clay back from the fight. The sight confuses you, but you realize, only a moment later, that Scott is trying to help Clay.
For a moment, your struggling slows, but then you catch sight of Monty rushing Clay’s and Scott’s way and your eyes widen. With a huff, you turn back to the jock holding you, stilling for a moment before sending your leg up towards a sharp kick to the crotch. It sends him falling to his knees, holding the offended spot as a moan leaves his lips. But you barely have anytime to react before your feet are rushing forward, eyes wide and you’re not sure if you do it for Clay’s or Scott’s sake.
“Hey, fucker!” You bellow, catching the attention of not only Clay and Scott but Monty as well. He slowly turns to you, a smirk falling on his lips when his eyes register the fact that its you. But before he can say anything, you lung forward; “fuck off!” You send a sharp punch to his cheek, causing him to jerk back in response.
There’s a split moment of glory before you find Monty’s gaze on you, burning.
“Hey, wait,” you hear Scott bellow, “Monty--”
It’s too late. There’s a sharp pain in your left cheek and your vision blurs as you wobble on your feet. You stumble back, feeling someone grab a hold of you before letting go a second later, you falling to the ground with a thud. The world seems to spin above you, and all you can make out is two figures stood above you, yelling about something you can’t make out.
Then, the world darkens.
-
Hissing, you jerk away from the touch of the ice pack, eyes clenching shut.
“Stay still.”
“I’m trying.”
“Well, try harder.”
Huffing, you reluctantly bid to Scott’s words, stilling your body as he presses the ice pack up against your cheek once again. His free hand falls to your own, raising it to hold the ice pack and once you have a firm grip of it, he leans back, coming to a still beside you. For a moment, you don’t say or do anything, then, slowly, you turn your sights on him, regarding the deep frown marred on his lips.
“Are you mad at me?”
Scott pauses a moment before responding, turning his head to meet your gaze. “You could’ve gotten hurt,” then, his eyes fall to your cheek. “Worse then you already were.”
Shrugging your shoulders, you sigh; “it’s not like Monty didn’t deserve it.”
“He could’ve really hurt you Y/N!”
“I’m not the one who started it!”
Huffing, Scott shakes his head. “Why’d you even run into that?” He asks a moment later, shifting closer to you.
“I saw Monty heading for you and Clay and so I just...”
“He wouldn’t of hurt me,” Scott argues, meeting your eyes once more. “I had it under control.”
“I don’t think you’re aware of what Monty’s capable of Scott,” you sigh, shoulders falling, the ice pack following as it comes to a rest in your lap. Your words remind you of the fight the two of you had had no more than a few days ago. You’d gotten mad at Scott for defending Bryce and continuing to be friends with him and Monty, which hadn’t been resolved in the end and actually ended with you storming out of his house.
You hadn’t talked since.
“I am.”
You scoff, shaking your head. “Sure doesn’t seem that way.”
“I am,” Scott repeats, his voice more sharp. It puzzles you, lips parting as you turn your head towards him. He’s shaking his head, biting his bottom lip before huffing. “I know now,” he corrects, the words almost forced. “I just hadn’t wanted to believe it before.”
Lips parting, your eyes widen; “wait...”
Setting his hand in your own, Scott nods; “I’ve realized now what a fucking...”
He doesn’t have to finish his words for you to understand. Letting out a pitiful smile, you lean forward, pressing a kiss to Scott’s shoulder. “I did it to protect you, you know,” you whisper after a moment, gaining his attention. “I saw Monty lunging towards you and I didn’t even think before my feet started moving.”
Scott’s grip on your hand tightens. “You could’ve gotten really hurt, Y/N.”
“And I would’ve,” you say with ease, “for you.”
-
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Request: Can I request a Scott reed x reader where they’ve been flirting for a while and Monty or someone convinces her to go to the clubhouse cause “it’ll show Scott you’re cool enough for him” or something so she drinks a little to steel her nerves but it’s spiked and when Scott shows up he takes her home and makes sure she’s okay and then asks her out when she sobers up
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Word Count: 1,487
You hesitantly follow Monty into the Clubhouse, unable to stop the nerves that flood your entire being as you duck your head slightly to walk through the door way. At first the entire room is too dark to see, but one flick of the light switch and suddenly you find the door being shut behind you, the boy you didn’t know meeting your eyes when you glanced back at him nervously.
Swallowing thickly, you take another step forward, letting your eyes wander across the small storage room. There isn’t much too it other than an older looking couch, some shelves with baseball gear on it and other random things laying around.
However, you do notice the lack of people there besides Monty, yourself and the other boy. Especially the lack of a certain Scott Reed, who you’d been promised would be here.
“Uh, where’s Scott?”
Monty’s eyes flicker up from the box he’d been digging through, regarding you with a bright smirk. “Don’t worry,” he assures, though he does the opposite of that, as he pushes himself up to his feet. “Reed’ll be here soon. Now, come,” you tense as his hand falls on your lower back, guiding you over to the couch. “Sit.”
Before you know it, you find yourself wedged between both Monty and the other boy, Jake you’d learned his name was. Monty’s arm is wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you closer against himself as he takes a hit beside you, the smoke causing your eyes to narrow in discomfort. You were suddenly starting to feel both completely out of your league and not to mention, uncomfortable. You’d only come along with Monty because you wanted to impress Scott, as Monty said it would.
But now, you were wishing you hadn’t. Impressing your crush wasn’t nearly enough to sit through this uncomfortable and honestly, scary situation. You weren’t oblivious to the looks Monty sometimes sent you when he thought he caught your attention and you weren’t oblivious to the reputation he upheld either.
“Want some?”
You blink when you realize Monty is now holding the joint before your face. Eyes widening, you turn to meet his gaze; “oh no,” you say softly, unsure. “I’m good.”
“Come on,” Monty encourages, “just a small hit.”
“It’ll feel nice,” Jake encourages from your left.
Jaw clenching, you part your lips to refuse once again but Monty only shoves the joint closer to your face. With a shaky breath, you raise your hand, moving to grab the joint but before you can actually take it, the sound of the door opening catches your attention. For a moment, you’re hopeful that it’s Scott, but your heart drops almost instantly when instead of seeing just Scott, you see Bryce as well.
Oh God. This was a mistake.
Biting your bottom lip, you curl into yourself when Bryce’s eyes fall on you. Subsequently, Scott realizes your there at the same time, but you can barely focus on him at the bright smirk that grows on Bryce’s lips. “I definitely wasn’t expecting to see you here anytime soon, Y/L/N,” Bryce comments, raising a brow at you as he tosses his bag down beside him. “What’d Monty have to do to convince you?”
“Just some motivation,” Monty smirks, standing up from his spot beside you which instantly causes a bout of relief to flood you.
It’s then that your eyes finally settle on Scott, meeting his gaze as he never tears his own off of you. You can’t be sure, but he almost seems panicked rather then happy at the sight of you and his lips are curved downwards in a deep frown as he hesitates on following Bryce inside. His hand is left resting on his backpack strap, as if ready to leave any second.
You really hope he doesn’t.
“Here,” Bryce calls, pulling your eyes on him and the cup he holds towards you. “Something better than the weed.”
As your eyes land on the red solo cup, you hesitantly reach forward, knowing better then to argue given that you know these guys won’t be persuaded otherwise. But as you settle back in your spot, you stare down at the dark liquid, hesitating on pulling it up to your lips.
Just then, Bryce moves towards you and you feel your breath get caught in your throat when you realize he’s moving to sit next to you, replacing Monty. But before he can, a figure practically crashes down next to you. Your eyes widen when you realize it’s Scott, your lips parting when he presses himself against you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Yet, it’s different then how Monty had. It’s almost protectively.
“Woah,” Bryce laughs, holding his hands out before him as he raises a brow down at Scott. “If you wanted to sit Reed, you could’ve just said so.”
You watch as Scott swallows nervously, “my legs were tired.”
“Sure, buddy.”
Scott turns to look at you then, taking a chance to lean forward the moment Bryce and Monty are distracted. “Don’t drink out of the cup,” he warns in a low whisper, causing your entire body to freeze. “Just follow my lead.”
You nod as he pulls away, just as Bryce crouches down before you.
“So, Y/N,” Bryce smirks at you, raising his free hand to let it rest on your knee. “Finally decided to take Monty up on that offer?”
“Yeah,” you laugh slightly, unable to hide how nervous you are. “Monty managed to convince me.”
“With the promise of our dear friend Scott,” Monty laughs, causing your cheeks to burn at his words. You tuck your chin into your neck when you feel Scott’s eyes fall on you, biting your lower lip. “And see,” Monty calls, pulling your eyes back on him. “I kept my promise, didn’t I?”
“Y/N, you haven’t drank any of your drink,” Bryce calls, brows furrowing up at you.
Shoulders tensing, your lips part to say something, but you find any words stuck in the back of your throat. What were you supposed to say?
“That’s because Y/N has to still drive home,” Scott speaks up, “don’t you?”
Meeting his eyes, you nod; “o-oh, yeah. I actually have a big test tomorrow in chemistry, so...”
“Test?” Jake questions from beside you, speaking up in the first time in a long time. “I’m in your class, there’s no test.”
Shit. How had you never noticed him before?
“Well then,” Bryce laughs, “drink up, Y/N.”
“Actually,” Scott cuts in, leaning forward. “Y/N meant that i’ve got a big test in chemistry tomorrow that she’s helping me study. So, we probably shoulder stay much longer.” Scott stands up then, his hand slipping into your free one to pull you up to his feet. You follow his lead without hesitation.
Bryce straightens out in response; “you sure, buddy? I don’t remember you mentioning anything.”
“And since were you two acquainted?” Monty questions, narrowing his eyes slightly.
“She’s been helping me with my grades lately,” Scott explains, and you blink at the quickness. He’s definitely making it seem believable. “So, sorry to dip, but we should probably head out. Y/N?”
Swallowing thickly, you nod, turning. “Yeah, totally,” taking a step towards the door, you smile hesitantly back at the other three. “Thanks for inviting me though.”
When you turn back, Scott already has the door open, his hand slipping into yours once again as he hastily pulls you out and shutting the door behind him. He doesn’t stop walking until you’re a safe and appropriate distance away from the storage closet and of course, Bryce and Monty.
The moment he stops, you let out a breath of relief; “thank you,” you whisper, “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Did you really go in there for me?”
Raising your eyes, you pause at Scott’s words, meeting his eyes. You hesitate on replying at first, unsure of what to say. But then, remembering how it probably saved you from something that could’ve been much worse than it was, you realize you probably owe an explanation. “Yeah, that and that I wanted to impress you, get you to notice me,” you explain ashamed. “Monty said that if I went there, it’d impress you, catch your eye so...”
Scott sighs, shaking his head. “You’ve already caught my eye,” Scott mumbles, causing you to blink up at him once again. “A long time ago. I just... I can’t believe Monty would do that.”
“Do what, Scott?”
Scott pauses, “just... just don’t go in there again, Y/N. Stay away from Monty and Bryce unless you’re with me, okay?”
You nod with ease. “Okay.”
“And don’t think you ever have to impress me, Y/N,” Scott whispers, taking a step towards you. “I already think you’re amazing.”
Flushing slightly, you lick your lips. “I think you’re pretty amazing as well,” you say, unable to hide the smile that grows on your lips.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
-
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request: Kind of a mix between Issac and Scott. Where y/n used to date Issac, but they got into a fight and ended up breaking up. Then Issac and Allison get together (like in s3). And cause both Scott and y/n know and understand what each other are feeling, they end up becoming closer together and comforting each other. And they end up getting together during the events of s3. 💕💕 Hope that makes sense, much love
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word count: 860
“It was, uh, nice of you to invite me over.”
“Oh, yeah, of course.”
Silence follows Scott’s words, the two of you stood quite aimlessly in his room. You let your gaze wander, your bottom lip in between your teeth as you ponder. It wasn’t like you and Scott had never hung out before, on the contrary, the two of you were actually quite close friends.
But something about today and this moment felt different than it ever had been. You find your heart racing with nerves on what to say how how to word it.
There wasn’t anyone who understood you better as your mind flooded with thoughts of them together. You knew Scott looked at them the same, though at a completely different person than you. While your sights mainly remained on Isaac, his remained on Allison’s as the two of you watched them laugh and bask in moments you’d once shared with them.
While your other friends were supportive, Scott seemed to just understand and already know what was going through your mind without even having to explain yourself. He just knew because he thought the same things as well. But, you and Scott had never hung out like this -- just the two of you.
After another moment of silence, you move to sit next to Scott on his bed, your shoulders just barely touching. With a thick swallow, you scratch the back of your head. “I guess we’ve never really hung out like this, huh?” You question with a small smile, flickering your gaze over to the right to meet his.
Scott nods, fiddling with his hands. “Not really.”
“Not that I mind,” you are quick to reply, eyes widening slightly in realization. “Actually,” you add, your cheeks warming slightly. “It’s kind of nice.”
Scott smiles -- that smile that’s always kind of made your heart flutter and warm. “Yeah,” he nods, chuckling softly. “I agree.”
“It’s nice to take a break from the supernatural every once in a while.”
Scott nods, laughing quietly. “Definitely.”
“Though,” at this point, you find you’re just trying to make conversation. You’re not sure why, but your skin feels clammy and you’re nervous. Which is odd, because you shouldn’t be. Scott invited you over because of the circumstances you’re both in, and he’d done it out of the kindness of his heart. That’s all. And yet, over the past few weeks, with each passing moment you spend with Scott, you find that Isaac seems to fade from your mind and Scott floods it.
Coughing slightly, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I imagine, you being a werewolf and all, you never really escape the supernatural.” The words slip past your lips before you’re properly able to assess them. When you do, you feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment. “N-Not that that’s a bad thing. Cause it isn’t. It’s just...--”
“Y/N?”
Sighing, you shoulders fall; “yeah?”
“Can I try something?”
You blink, looking over at Scott’s who’s gaze has never really left yours. It’s obvious he isn’t oblivious to rambling, and honestly, you’re thankful for his interruption.
Swallowing nervously, you nod; “sure.”
He leans forward, causing your breath to catch in your throat. Scott leans in close, and once again, you feel your entire body radiate in warmth at the sudden intrusion, not that you’re opposed to it. Then, with your eyes never leaving his own, Scott raises his hand, somewhat hesitantly, setting it on your left cheek and softly cupping it. He continues to lean forward, his lips inches from your own.
There’s a moment of just stilled silence, and you wonder if he’ll do it. But before you are able to ponder on the question anymore, Scott answers it by pressing his lips against your own. He pulls you close, molding his lips against yours and your eyes flutter shut with ease.
This kiss is something that’s been on your mind for days, weeks even. Constantly you’ve wondered if Scott would ever make the move or if you’d ever dare to, and finally, he had.
When he pulls away, the two of you are panting, trying to catch your breaths as Scott remains close, your breaths mingling together.
You bite your lip softly, your eyes flickering upwards to meet his own as Scott’s thumb rubs against the skin of your cheek, soothing your racing heart.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” He speaks the words hushed, barely audible. It’s only because the two of you are so close that you’re able to hear him.
“Yeah?”
Scott nods, his thumb moving to stroke your bottom lip. “Have you?”
You let out a shaky breath, nodding. “Yes...”
“Y/N?”
“Yes?”
“We are allowed to move on.”
Nodding, your shoulders fall; “I know.”
“So why don’t we?”
“You want to?” You clarify, glancing up at him nervously. “With me?”
“If you’ll let me.”
“Then, yes,” you answer after a moment, your own voice a hushed whisper. “Let’s move on. With each other.”
Scott’s lips curl into a smile, and you find your own mimicking him, leaning into his touch.
“Can I kiss you again?”
“Yes, please.”
-
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Request: Can i please have prompt 50 and 39 with Scott where he finds Deucallion attacking y/n?
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With parted lips, Scott watched as you were pulled up off your feet by your neck. Almost immediately, your hands come up, grasping the hand holding your neck by the wrist as your feet kick wildly beneath you.
Because of his enhance hearing, even from where he stands, Scott can hear your rasped whimpering and cries as your airway is blocked.
He drops everything. Nothing else matters to him now more then you.
A loud roar leaves his lips, his eyes glowing red as his alpha traits come through. Scott isn’t oblivious to the way you flinch violently in response to his growl. It reminds Scott of why you’re here in the first place.
He’d known, by now, that telling people the truth was better than keeping it a secret. And yet, he’d done the opposite with you. And now, in the clawed hand of a alpha of an alpha pack, Scott could only imagine how truly terrified you are.
“Get away from her!” Scott bellows, his claws out, hands hovering at his sides in preparation. “She doesn’t have anything to do with this.”
“On the contrary, Scott,” Deucalion smirks, tightening his grip on you ever so slightly. A strangled cry leaves your lips in response, clawing at your neck. “She has everything to do with this. She is what will make you crack.”
“You’d attack someone innocent, who has no idea what’s going on, just so I’ll join your pack?”
“Yes,” Deucalion nods, taking a step forward. “Because you love her.”
Even in the midst of everything, your eyes widen at Deucalions words. Scott, who you’ve yet to take your eyes off of since he arrived, meets your gaze with a frown.
This is all his fault. If he’d just left you out of this, out of his life, none of this would be happening.
“And you’ll do anything to save her.”
Scott’s fists clench — he’s right.
He is already fiercely protective of his friends and the ones he cares about. But you, he loves. Wants to protect from all and any dangers. That is why he kept it all a secret. He thought he was doing you a favour by keeping you in the dark, but all he did was cause this.
“If I agree,” Scott growls, voice low. “If I agree to join your pack, you’ll let her go? You won’t hurt her?”
Deucalion shakes his head. “I won’t hurt her.”
All it takes is one look in your eyes and Scott knows what his answer his.
And yet, despite knowing nothing, you can gauge enough that what Scott is promising is bad. Dangerous. Letting out a strangled grasp, you shake your head best you can within Deucalions grip, ignoring the sting of his claws digging into your skin. “Don’t do it, Scott,” you plea, “don’t do what he wants.”
Deucalions grip tightens, and you inhale sharply.
“I have to,” Scott whispers, looking from you to Deucalion. “...Okay, I’ll do it. Just let her go.”
With a satisfied grin, Deucalion drops you, you falling to your knees with a thud. You hang there, bent over and curled into yourself as you take in shaky breaths.
“I’ll give you some time,” Deucalion excuses himself, turning around and calmly, as if he hadn’t just threatened to kill you, pulls apart his walking stick so it’s straightened out before him and walks off.
Scott runs over to you immediately. He crouches before you, werewolf traits fading as his hands move to cup your cheeks. He tilts your head slightly up, looking at the bruise forming on your neck. “You’re okay? You’re not hurt?”
“Scott,” you breathe, setting your hands over his. “I’m fine. I’m fine. You... you saved my life.”
The words come out in a whisper. As if you’re stunned.
“Of course,” Scott mumbles, “Y/N, you are the only thing that matters. I can’t have you getting hurt.”
“But what you did-“
“I did to save you.”
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